"You might not be looking for one, miss, but there are plenty of men that wouldn't mind marrying you." He says, letting her slip in front of him as she enters the room, taking the opportunity to look at the nipped-in waist and the curve of her hips.
"I think I'd rather turn my attention to you. Edith... well, put her in a pair of breeches and you wouldn't know her from Adam, would you?" He says, following her into the room, glancing around. It was certainly different to the dark, shadowy den that was Ewards bedroom. "Where would you like the posies?"